Dangerous Waters, A Medic's first mission

[Dravocn]

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Name: Dangerous Waters
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2 Days (48 Hours)
Difficulty: Moderate
Objective: Collect the goods and bring the ship to port.
Description: Several ships have been spotted out around Taki no Kuni. Each ship has its own assortment of goods that require salvaging and depositing to the Feudal Lord in Seisui. The last record of ships in the area was six. This particular ship is located just on the outskirts of the Bay of Budda and has a small crate consisting of seven argumentation scrolls, small projectile weaponry and two gadgets. These items belong to the Feudal Lord in Seisui and he wishes to have them returned to him. The Feudal Lord is willing to pay handsomely in order to get them.
Reward: 8,000 Ryo for a Non-Ninja; 10,500 Ryo for a Ninja

It was morning, the sun had just barely arisen and the morning dew was fresh. The boy stood and patted his little sisters heads before getting dressed in the clothes he wore to his parent's funeral. He put on the porcelain owl mask, a dark black suit with a violet tie, his white gloves, and black dress shoes freshly polished himself. The clean and sharply dressed boy headed out of the Village and toward the seas where his mission took place. 

The boy took a sigh as he explored the environment and forestry, the bustling life that came from it. He took note of which sounds were heard, specifically insects and birds as mammalian sounds were uncommon unless provoked. The morning was quiet for the most part, cricket chirps were dying down and the birds hadn't awoken yet, at worst the sound of the wind was what was heard. For a ninja, it's not exactly comforting, but as his presence wasn't accompanied by anything and he was fairly young he wasn't fearful of the silence, he actually enjoyed it. 

As he approached the sea line, he took note of the number of ships, it seemed he needed to find some way of getting there... problem number one.. transporting the goods without getting them wet. Swimming was out of the question, the goods were in a crate, nothing he'd care to try holding above his head. Getting the goods wet was a priority as the mission had described to him that there were scrolls inside, certainly an interesting thing. The scrolls were most likely light, the weapons... not as much of a problem though returning them dry is preferable in his opinion, wouldn't want to be the one to cause the Feudal Lord's weapons to rust and perhaps cause the diseases caused by rust to flow through the palace.... far too many problems from rust in a treasury. Lastly the gadgets... once again, probably best they return dry...

Swimming to the ship isn't a problem, if he wanted to carry them back, he would have to dry himself off before putting them in his cloak... or perhaps just carry the items back in the cloak like a burlap sack? Nope, the secondary weapons would likely poke holes in the scrolls, also unwanted. 

He thought about this on his way toward the closest spot he could start swimming toward the ships, it appeared there was no rowboat he could take, and if there were docks then the ships would have transported the goods themselves. The boy shook his head in irritation before taking a deep breath, it seemed he'd need to swim toward the ship and climb to board it. He sighed and cracked his neck before wrapping his cloak around him and going for a swim. 

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Upon coming up to the ship, the boy immediately smelled something foul, utterly disgusting and unwelcome in his nose. It smelled like the morgue forgot to leave its AC below thirty two degrees.... and left the bodies outside in summer. The scent was overpoweringly obscene and caused him to question his choices of climbing up the ship. He shook his head and continued climbing the edge of the ship, his porcelain owl mask concealing the sickness the stench gave him. 

Upon reaching the edge of the ship's starboard of the ship, he hopped in, immediately seeing the source of the disgusting scent. Six Zombies had taken over, their rotting flesh caused by the obvious necrotic energies that summoned them. They wore sailors clothes, nothing armored, so it wasn't taken over in a raid, a stow away must have been a necromancer and slaughtered them. A sad way to go... and what a waste of fresh bodies. He sighed and shook his head before summoning up his chakra into his hands. He cracked his neck and began sneaking up behind each of them and touching each of them individually. At first it wasn't much chakra, six kills from a medium level healing chakra wasn't so bad, though it would have been easier if he had an area of effect version. He made note of that for later.

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Zombie, Common
Rank: ""
Type: Very Rare, Medium, Undead
Effect: The common zombie normally created through Necromancy.
Special: Preparation: —; Duration: —
Drawback: ---
Description: Also known as Walking Dead. Zombies are the animate corpses of the dead. It is readily apparently to anyone that sees a Zombie that it is dead or at least very ill. Zombies continue to bear wounds that killed them and are often missing arms, eyes, feet, internal organs and chunks of flesh. Flies swarm around Zombies and anyone without olfactory difficulties can detect their stink at 15 meters. Common Zombies are created from Necromancers. They look like the rotting corpses of the Dead. Zombies wear whatever remnants of clothes and armour they had in life, though it tends to take on a rotting appearance almost immediately. Unless otherwise noted, Zombies attack by swarming over opponents and clawing them. They move slowly and anyone that is unencumbered can outrun them unless they are trapped or have a really slow movement rate. Zombies always attack last in any melee round dealing 8 Armour Points of Damage with their slam attack. A vial of holy water that splashes against a Zombie inflicts 8 Armour Points of Damage. Zombies always move in a straight line toward opponents regardless of what lies in their path. These Zombies are mindless and they obey any command, no matter how stupid or suicidal (from their creator). Those who create Zombies must give them simple commands (less than a dozen words) or else the Zombie will stand there like a corpse. If left to their own devices Zombies will attack anyone who happens by. Zombies are not part of nature. If the flesh of a Zombie rots away, it will continue to function as a Skeleton.
Yields: ---
Diet: Nil; Intelligence Non; Activity: Any; Alignment: Neutral; Organization: Horde; Number Appearing: 3-24; Region: Any; Identification: Average; Cultivation: Difficult; Skills: —; Innate Abilities: Darkvision 20 meters. Damage Reduction 5/Slashing. Natural Armour +2.
Limit: Must know Monster Lore for Any Region. 5% chance in finding.
Cost:

He then looked around on the ship and couldn't find the necromancer that caused their indecent slavery nor the crate he was searching for. Most of the items were simple obvious sums of items that could be sold, cargo ships tend to bring a lot of money for those who wish to put them to use. He then took count of the corpses and cleansed their bodies of disease before putting them in a room and wrapping each individual body in blankets from the workers rooms in the ship. Upon doing so he figured he'd have to do two things, one, find the culprit and take him alive, and two, cleanse each ship of the poor walking bodies... and of course bring the Feudal Lord his crate of items, but priorities. 

He took each ship one by one, swimming in between ships and cleaning the corpses of their necrotic energies and possible diseases, taking a rest to recharge his chakras before heading to the next ship each time. There were around six, but he'd only done four and he was getting tired... both from swimming and climbing, and from the chakra draining. He took a deep breath and sat, examining the swaddled corpses that he'd taken care of. He didn't need to know who the necromancer was, he just felt the need to take him in to the Feudal Lord's viewing pleasures... after all, give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.... In this case the fish was the cargo, and taking care of the cargo's problem and its cause is teaching the man. Not to mention, you teach the Feudal Lord to fish, and you're definitely on his good side. 

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The boy chuckled to himself and shook his head with a sigh and a smile, his breath hitting the inside of his mask and the hot air hitting his eyes, causing him to tear up from the foul smell in the air being pushed into his eyes. It wasn't exactly his favorite day, but it was still an interesting one... and a fair chance of pure opportunity. He took a deep breath and blew the air downward outside of his mask before standing and heading to the next ship. His luck today must have been with him so far as he hadn't found the Necromancer just yet, simply another bunch of walking corpses. The necromancer must be on the next ship, so he sat and rested after swaddling the last corpse on the fifth ship. 

He shook his head and sighed to himself and stood after a few hours of rest. It was afternoon now, the flies had swarmed the corpses and the seagulls flew through the skies, avoiding the ships like the plague, he understood why they'd do so, the stench was ghastly. He approached the starboard of the ship and climbed back into the water, figuring that diving into the water would break his stealth. 

He swam quietly toward the sixth and last ship, his clothes unsure of whether they were wet or dry since he kept diving into salt water and then coming up to dry. He rose back up at the bottom of the sixth ship, he stared up to check to see if the necromancer was watching the surroundings or if he was sitting in a room somewhere. Once the coast seemed clear he headed up toward the starboard and climbed over in silence. Proceeding to take out the corpses and cleansing them of disease from the outside, he moved back to a shadowy area with the slain and rested to recharge his chakra once again so that he could fight the necromancer at full strength... just in case. He knew he had no combat skills that most ninja had, but hey he just slain five ships worth of undead... give him some credit.

He smiled as he felt his body energized again and charged his hands chakra, the healing attributes flowing through his hands and outward in a sword-like fashion, the chakra blades were then charged with his healing energies as he headed toward the inside of the ship, only to find the Necromancer sitting in the captain's chair. The man was dressed like you would imagine a cultist of the dead, a deep violet robe drooping from his shoulders to his feet, his hood hiding his face, his scrawny neck seemed covered in old age... probably a skilled necromancer... or an old man who's too afraid of death to leave it alone. The man gave a toothy grin, his yellowed teeth were covered in cavities and also smelled of death... seriously, Drav is looking forward to his bath later... this is just disgusting. The old man's feet were in sandals, propped up on the captain's desk and soon dropped to the floor as the man stood up. 

"Hello there little one." he said in a raspy tone that only solidified the idea that sickness was coating these ships... the old man sounded like he was literally sick, not just mentally, but had a freaking cold. The disgusting old man must have been here for a while, eating what he could while the cold air of the sea ruined his immune system.... he may even have scurvy. Dravocn actually felt bad for the absolute indignity that the old man had surrounding him, it was just downright depressing. The problem was, the necromancer did it to himself, he sat out here rather than docking, likely because he was afraid the authorities would apprehend him for killing the crews and enslaving their souls.

He sighed at the man and responded "Hello sir, are you alright?" he asked, out of pity as well as necessity. The old man grinned again and stood slowly, revealing his skinny and pale legs covered in ingrown hairs... it was like he worshiped a god of disease and plague. He approached the young boy and cocked his head like a vulture "Such a nice boy... are you lost?" the man asked as if swimming to a ship and climbing it and somehow passing by the undead that manned the ship was something a small child would do without purpose. "I... doubt it." the boy responded "Oh? Are you sure?" the old necromancer asked, to which Dravocn looked to his chakra bladed hands and back to the old man "Yeah... i'm pretty convinced I'm not. Are you alright?" he asked again as he hadn't gotten an answer. "Yes, I am fine." the old man said slowly, withholding a cough either out of irony or because he thought the boy wouldn't take him seriously. 

Dravocn took a deep breath and sighed in irritation "Did you kill the crew?" he asked bluntly, feeling that if he continued this the man would have made himself a known pedophile.... namely because he was so freaking close and in robes.... and his wording... a lot of this man just didn't make Drav feel comfortable. "Kill? I didn't kill them... I freed them. They were going to die eventually, I decided i'd help them." the man said, to which the boy was not convinced. "Yes i'm sure that was your plan, that's why you sat out here in the ocean for so long you've made yourself sick." he responded. "Actually.... I don't know how to sail a ship..." .... Dravocn blinked with disbelief, this man must be senile. "You.... killed six crews, brought them back from the dead... somehow all of them at once... and have been sitting here, without a way to move...." the boy took a deep sigh "Nope, not doing it... not even trying." he said and grumbled under his breath "Alright, what i'm going to do... is i'm going to make you immobile... and you will come with me to the Feudal Lord.... he will decide what to do with you." he told the idiotic necromancer. "I... I can't believe what I just heard from you...". The old man rose a brow in confusion and suddenly fear "I can't let you do that... The Feudal Lord will kill me for all of this." the boy shook his head "And the world will be much better for your leaving.... this... ooooh i'm done with you... nope." Dravocn said in frustration and irritation. He then readied his blades "If you wish to defend yourself and try and end me before I turn you in, you can try... but just remember, if I'm gone, you'll be here on your own, and without a way back to land. Which do you think will kill you first? Old age, sickness, starvation, or dehydration? Perhaps even your own idiotic level of insanity... i'm willing to bet sickness at this point. You poor deranged soul.... you shouldn't be allowed to mess with the dead like this, you have no right." The man was hurt by the boys words, and a bit impressed that someone so young could say something so dark. He knelt to the ground and looked to the boy "Do what you think you need to." he said. "What I think i need to do is cull you right here and now... but I won't... it's not my say." he said with a sigh, actually he was only keeping the man alive for the sake of the profit in taking him and the corpses back to the Feudal Lord in one piece.... his pity for the man left him due to the man's stupidity.

The boy then slit the tendons of the man with his chakra blades, causing the man to become immobile and unable to escape. He then improvised with the wheel, turn the wheel left, you go left, right goes right, sails means movement. He was doing this by himself so he expected a crash... instead the ship got to land and slid onto the shore fine. The boy then got the small crate, the old man, and one corpse and headed toward Seisui and the Feudal Lord's palace. This better have been worth it.